Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.